Chapter Six
Kit
The bar had been completely empty before they showed up. Now, the jukebox played some old country music that Gunner had selected, and the bartender was selling more beer than they probably had in years.
It was an older building with wood decor. There was a masculine feel to the bar, which was part of the reason it surprised him so much when he met the owner last night. He was keeping an eye out for her, but he hadn’t seen her yet. It was stupid for him to even be waiting in anticipation for her to walk through the door. It was pretty clear from their first interaction that she wasn’t the kind of girl to jump in his bed, so why was he still interested in her? It’s not like he needed to chase after women. It was better for him to just focus his attention on the women at the club who jumped at the chance to spend a night with him. They were less complicated...they didn’t expect anything from him that he wouldn’t be able to give them. Other women wanted stability, time, money, etc. All things Kit didn’t have.
“Iris’ dance recital is next week,” Zeke said next to him. They were sitting in a corner booth facing the door.
“Oh, yeah, is she excited?”
Zeke shakes his head. “She’s frustrated. Lily is coming over to help her practice tomorrow. That’s completely out of my element, man.”
Kit laughed. “What do you mean? You’ve never worn a tutu before?”
Zeke took a drink of his beer and flipped him the bird. Kit laughed again. Iris would be a handful for two parents, let alone one. She was a hyper and emotional kid. Lily was the one who suggested at Sunday breakfast one day that Zeke put her in dance class to get some of her energy out.
The sound of the bar door closing made Kit turn his head. Cam was dressed in a pair of cowboy boots and cut-off shorts. Her t-shirt was blue instead of white this time, and he wondered if she learned her lesson about wearing white to a bar. Her ass swayed as she crossed the room to go behind the bar. Long, black hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun that bounced with each step. He bet he could make something else on her body bounce if she went home with him. He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his brain. She wasn’t one of those girls. She owned her own bar for crying out loud, so there was no way she was letting a biker take her home. It was ironic that he barely remembered the woman he’d taken to bed last night but every detail of Cam’s appearance was etched into his brain.
“I’m going to grab another beer,” Zeke said.
“I got it,” Kit said before Zeke could get up. He got up from the booth and weaved through the tables.
Cam was already behind the bar getting ready for the night. He sat down in the barstool right in front of her. She rolled her eyes as soon as she got a look at him.
“What do you want?” she asked. Her voice had been laced with venom the night before, but now, she just sounded tired. He couldn’t help the twitch of his mouth when she copped an attitude. Something about her was just so damn entertaining.
“Customer service isn’t your strong suit, huh?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, and he couldn’t help noticing how the gesture made her large breast look fuller.
“My customer service is fine when my customers actually pay.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your gang--”
“Club.” Calling the Savage Spades a gang was an insult.
She let out a sigh. “Your club didn’t pay their tab last time.”
Damn. Gunner must have forgotten last time they were here. Gunner kept a bank card on him that he used to pay for club activities. All of their monthly dues went to that bank account and they used it for times like these. Kit pulled out his wallet and passed over his credit card.
“Here. Put the tab from the other night on my card.” He’d ask Gunner to reimburse him tomorrow.
Her green eyes looked down at the card and back at him. “All of it? Are you sure?”
“You want your money, don’t you?”
She uncrossed her arms and grabbed the card before turning around to use the cash register. She came back with a receipt for him to sign. Goddamn, they’d drank a lot the other night. He signed the paper and handed it back to her. She tucked it under the register.
“Can I get a beer now?” he asked. She seemed to thaw a little now that he’d paid the tab.
“Bottle or poured?” she asked.
“Poured.”
She grabbed a big mug from behind the counter and poured. She was sure to tilt the glass so there wasn’t too much foam. He wondered how long she’d been working at the bar. She moved around like she had the place memorized. Like the same way he moved around his shop. She set the mug down in front of him, and he gave her a wink.
“See ya next time.”
She twisted her face in disgust before turning around and helped her bartender slice some lemons. He carried the drink across the room and back to the booth where Zeke sat .
“You’re not drinking?” Zeke asked him.
“I have a fight later tonight, remember?” he said.
“Hey, so what do guys think? This our new drinking spot?” Gunner asked from a couple tables away.
“Hell yeah,” Zeke said.
The guys chimed in their agreement.
Kit looked over at the bar to see Cam with her mouth hanging open. He raised his beer with a smirk on his face.